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She was blonde,her long braids bleached as silver and fine as the Kalahari grass inwinter. We must handle it as such. I speak of the art which the white men call politics and fromwhich we as black men are excluded. Go away, Shasa mumbled, not yet awake.

He held up both gloved handsto quieten the whistles and good-natured cheers. He refused the champagne. They wouldfind more along the spoor. Lothar raised his handfor silence and they waited, holding their breath.